A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

was born

the one who picked

a simple building with windows that had a Light green

cup of hot cocoa

round, no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it

looking outside. His thin stature made the hospital

doctor had almost given up

had lived two months

glass of water and medicine in

you to take the medicine,”

Mark seemed like he had

staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is

twitched when

of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans would cook your favorite meat

favorite food,”

of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you

this, he began to fumble in his pocket for his

then, he stopped and shook his

seemed it

call her,” he said to

didn’t have to give

to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the glass of

“Please take your medicine.

buy you some pumpkin pies. You

medicines from him

on the bed, and a nurse came in

she was done, Mark looked

phone got weaker and weaker until he finally

to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a

hospital where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and that Cecilia was still

doctor had almost given up on

lived two months

was standing behind him with a glass of water

you to take the medicine,” Peter reminded him in

seemed like he had

stood there staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New

nose twitched when

into a smile and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans would cook your favorite

also her favorite

a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia

Mark heard this, he began to

he stopped and shook

yesterday, he had thought about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at all. He

I better not call her,” he said

have to give

he stepped forward and

“Please take your medicine.

you can go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin

from him and swallowed

a nurse came in to help put

done, Mark looked

weaker and weaker until he finally

asleep nowadays. This

gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and that Cecilia was

behavior was much

him secretly for a while and call

this Cecilia in

stroked his face,

this point, Mark woke

hospital room were white,

gently closed his

needed to

felt cold all over his body. He felt Life without Cecilia

gone to buy the pumpkin

plump foreign nurse was in the

home. He missed

in the Evans Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and the

knew he couldn’t change anything for

never give up as long

if he wouldn’t survive

stay strong and fight

finding it

up on the bed and started to make

once told Mark that he would invent a plane when he grew up. The plane would be so fast

he wanted to go there because

trembled as he

Peter came back to

into a snowstorm on

pies are still warm,” he said to

paper planes Mark had been

neatly arranged the paper planes and smiled

have some of your pumpkin

actually took a

not more than a

it in his mouth, he put down the spoon

narrowed his eyes and

really want to go back home and have

Angela’s Library

But he could see that Mark was

could ask him about it, Mark’s phone rang. It was a call

around 4

upset when he looked at the caller ID. For a long time,

you,” Peter urged in a

broke into

boy,”

decided to answer the phone. It was

voice sounded

he said, “Cecilia gave birth to a girl. Her name

a girl that had been

hand in which Mark held the phone trembled so violently that he couldn’t say anything

brief silence, Waylen said,

Mark closed his eyes.

come see you next week. I’ll ask her to take

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

“Mark, no matter what, I hope

that except for the emotional entanglement with Cecilia,

had sacrificed too much in the first half of his

Mark sniffed and put down

the call, he never even dared to ask to speak

had been standing in the room all along, was eager to hear what had been discussed since

“What happened?” he asked.

After a while, he looked up at Peter and said, “Cecilia has given birth to a baby girl. She’s been named

and he did a fist

he said with

is a good sign on the first day of the new

and began to stroke one of the

back home to see

Angela’s Library

a glance would be

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